T W O

ASHLEY. 

"Ashley, wait!"

I turn around just in time before opening the door to see Lucy, the closest girl I've ever been to, running towards me with her books in hand. Her brown curly hair bouncing off her shoulders as she tries to hold her glasses from falling off. 

She grabs hold of my arm when she's close enough as she tries to catch on her breath while I swipe my palm down my face to get rid of any evidence that I had been crying. 

"Damn, I have been calling you. What- what the hell is going on? Where are you heading to?"

She raises her brows as her hazel eyes move over my shoulder and I give her a small smile, pulling on the straps of my bag tighter. 

"I'm heading home. I don't think I'm feeling too well. "

My heart hurts. 

"That's weird. You were fine moments ago until you had to go to the bathroom. You should go then, I would walk you home but I have maths as my next period and you know how I feel about that subject. "

She groans, readjusting her glasses, and I let out a soft chuckle, raising my hand to ruffle her hair to which she responds with a glare–just like she always does. Now, there's no special back story about how Lucy and I became friends. She didn't save me from bullies and I didn't spend my childhood with her like all those fictional characters. Our friendship is no special one; We met here and realized we both had some common interest in things, then we clicked off. 

"Hey! Don't mess up my hair!"

She warns, smoothing her hands down her hair and readjusting her glasses once more before her gaze falls back on mine and for some weird reason, she tilts her head to the side; almost as if she's examining me or something. 

"Have you been crying, Ashley?"

Fuck. Is it that obvious?

"What? No! Of course not! Why- why would I be crying?" 

I laugh, swiping my hands all over my face to smooth the slightly damped skin. "I'm not. It's just your imagination. "

She raises her brows at me before shaking her head. "You look like you've been crying though, there are wet trails over your cheeks; that isn't lying. This isn't just about you being sick, is it? Something happened?"

"You should go get ready for your next period, Lucy. Nothing happened, really. I told you, I'm just not feeling well. "

I shrug and she stays silent, her eyes studying my face before she nods. "You're probably right. I will leave, but please phone me once you get home safe. Don't make me sick worried about you. "

I nod. 

"By the way, have you spoken to Dave? I saw him earlier and, “

"I really need to get going, Lucy. I'll let you know once I'm home! Bye!"

I dash out the door before she could say anything else. I'll rather not listen to anything that has to do with him. 

That mother-fucking two faced cheating bastard. 

The two faced cheating bastard I fell blindly in love with. 

        ~

When I said I was going to head home. I had two plans. 

One. Get a large bowl of ice cream and drown me in the shitty world of heart aches and heart breaks. 

Two. Try to figure out what the fuck went wrong with me. Why I wasn't enough for him. Why I'm never enough for anyone. 

What I didn't expect is the first thing I'll see to be the flawless face of my fucking brother. 

"What are you doing here?"

The words leaves my parted lips before I could stop to think about what I was about to say and Vince raises his brows at me. 

"What do you mean, what am I doing here? I live here, baby sister, or am I not allowed to come here any longer?"

He smirks, opening the door wide open for me to come in, which is exactly what I do with my eyes still following his movements. 

Why did he have to be here out of all days? I'm very sure he would make a big deal out of me coming home earlier than I should. 

"Aren't you supposed to be at school or something?"

"You're the one to talk. "

He crosses his arms against his chest, a scowl set upon his beautiful face that I would like to at least throw a punch at one day. Maybe that will stop everyone from making me feel so less of myself because of my perfect brother. 

It's really unhealthy to have these thoughts when the said brother does nothing but cares deeply about you, even though he's being a jerk sometimes. I know Vince truly cares about me, but that isn't always enough, and I sometimes blame him for all this. 

Even if he tries his possibly best to protect me from it, people will always view me as the little sister that lives in the shadow of her perfect handsome brother which I used to not care about, until it got to a point where they started toying with my feelings or where the girls he had fucked and dumped took their anger out on me. 

Being the little sister to the biggest playboy at Westwood high doesn't always come easy when you're nothing like your brother and Dave is just the height of it all. 

"Are you just going to stand there and stare at me all day or you're going to answer my fucking questions? Why the hell are you home so early? Did something happen at school and why the hell have you been crying?"

And when your brother knows nothing about everything that's been going on because of him, you just let yourself drown in your misfortunes. 

"I'm not feeling well and I haven't been crying. "

My eyes move across the room and I visibly relax when there's no sign of mother around. It would be a totally different case if that woman was here. 

"Ashley, you would never leave school, even if you're on the brink of death. That's how much of a nerd you are. "

He rolls his eyes, and I let out a scoff. "I'm not a nerd, stop calling me that and I seriously don't have it in me to talk to you right now so can you just.. stay away or something?"

I walk away but of course, being the perfect brother that he is, he just had to stop me. 

"I'm serious now, Ashley. Who made you cry? Give me a name. "

You, Vince. You made me cry. 

"And what will you do if I give you a name?"

"Let the fucking bastard that did this know no one makes my little sister cries except me. "

"And how are you so sure it's a boy?"

He smirks at that, shrugging. "I've handled too many girls and I've become too familiar with their problems. I know it's a boy, Ashley, so tell me. Who broke my little Ashley's heart?"

"Vincent Greene. "

I mutter blankly, and he looks confused for a moment before glaring at me. 

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

That you've always caused my problems. 

"It means you. I thought you were familiar with girl's problems?"

I mimic his voice and he laughs, lost in thoughts before that smirk I hate too much covers his face. 

"Ashley, you understand I'm your brother, right? Like your biological brother?"

Where the hell is this dumbass driving at?

"Which means I can't give you what you're asking for, little sister. I know I'm attractive and all, but you really shouldn't be having wet dreams about your brother. "

"Fuck off!"

I scowl before turning around to walk up to my room, his loud laugh booming through the entire house. 

It was stupid to think he would understand.